Mike Smith is seated at A1. He resurrected you by dragging your corpse into the Summer Kingdom Hall of Mirrors and promising something to someone named 'The Queen of Fireflies'. You know because he told you. What was he lying about, and how did you find out he was lying?
Everyone knows you can't talk about what happens in the Hall of Mirrors, so if he's talking about it that means it couldn't have happened. He's tried to tell me like a dozen times already and the story's different every time (the who, the what
and the why), and it drives him wild. I'm always like "my dude, it is all good", but that just makes him angry as well as frustrated.
Ehsan Bishop is seated at B2. She's the only cop you know who loves skateboarding as much as you do, and she always wants to do sick tricks with you. Why are you keeping your distance?
She's a cop for sure. I can hear it in her heartbeat and smell it in her morning coffee. You couldn't be more of a cop if you went to a narcotics enforcement convention in Milwaukee.
Sauli Suzuki is seated at C2. He's the only guy who's ever got to ride on your board. Why'd you trust him with it?
This guy though, definitely not a cop. He once decided to learn how to beatbox and bam, six months later he brought the dang office down at the Christmas party, because that's just the kind of guy he is. If there's a dude in the world to trust with your board, it's him.
April Storm is seated at C3. You're partially responsible for her brother Adam's death. He's also partially responsible for your death. Could you tell me the circumstances of that?
Shit, that takes me back. Me and Adam, we went over to the old aerospace park on the edge of town like three years ago to scope it out for a later demo. Place was flipping incredible, lemme tell you, they got the heights, they got the lows, they got the ramps and criminy, they got rails and catwalks like you've never seen. Rusted to heck and back, bent left, right, up, down and sideways across a square mile of industrial decay, the place sloped like Mount Everest and squealed like a string quartet. You should have seen me, I was Leif Eriksson in America all like "eat my shit, Columbus", and Adam was there too like one of those other top shelf dudes who went with Leif Eriksson.
So we wound up right at the top of this one test stand where they did rocket stuff like a hundred years ago or whenever and there was a gap that led to the biggest ramp I ever saw in my life. I went for a double sex change impossible tailgrab I'd been saving for a special occasion, and Adam nailed the best bennihana this side of the Atlantic, and then it was a lot like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid except instead of the Bolivian army coming in to wreck our shit (though I wouldn't have been surprised if they had, given advance warning and maybe some context) the entire thing collapsed under us and, lacking other options at the time, we ate shit and died screaming under a golden sunset and like twenty tons of steel. Best day ever!
Man, I should really get back with Adam at some point, last time we hung out was... dang, must have been a year ago now. Time flies, dude.
Ricardo Arendse is seated at A3When she says jump, you say how high. What is it about her that scares you so much, you can't look her in the eye?
She hits on me all the time, gets handsy at the water cooler, has followed me around the city at least once, we've spoken enough that the sound of her voice makes me wince, I've heard she's got some friends at the county coroner's office, and I know for a fact that things could be much, much worse if she wanted it that way. Does that answer your question, my dude?